A hint is given from golden ***
Of what you're destined to become
Failed dreams of youth laid before you bare
Reflecting now you do not care
Nectars grasp encases you
Enraptured in your thick cocoon
Clawed by music's residue
You gasp for golden ***

there's a moment, late at night, when the
world has gone to sleep that i sit and think
to myself; what is life like away from here?
where, in this big wide galaxy could i find
happiness? because it's not here, where i am
now. where do i find it? where do i even
start looking?

eyes closed
    entering oblivion
        this is the only
                    time
                      i
           ­       don't want
                          to
escape

i've always been jealous
of the people who drink
to drown their sorrows
the ones who use chemicals to run away
and i've always wondered
why they never asked me
if i wanted to run with them
because my suffering is great
i really would love nothing more
than to ruin myself
get dizzy... weak... wild
**** the consequences
and i want it so badly it hurts
just... just give me a night of escape
let me be free for a little bit
just let me try
please.
please?
i'm begging
i'm pleading
i need something
i can't take this
i need to run

I sail to a world
Created by my
dreams
and paint the waves
with images
of dolphins in
the sea

I sail upon those
seas, those wrapped
in cotton and dreams,
and seek the voyage
to the Bermuda Triangle,
to Atlantis, to the seas.

I sail in my ship,
Mighty and grey,
Find it decaying and
sinking away,
Find the seas becoming
charcoal, find the skies
melting away,
Find my innocence
ripped from my hands

I sail no more,
simply sulk behind
a desk, find my
childhood tucked
away,
Find my ship sunken,
Find my dreamland
fading away.

Writing is
my escapism,
It's as if
I was a director
in a movie,
creating stories
with the flick of
a finger,
changing meaning
and stirring
emotions into
a beautiful mess
of felt daydreams
Erasing mistakes in
a matter of seconds,
feeling the
sense of mixed relief
and inspiration.

...But I can't live in
my stories.
Because alas,
everything in life
never lives up to
my expectations.

I;ve done it
escaped
from that ******* hell i''ve been livng in
can't ******* think striaght
but i don;t feel the pain
I can dance and be free
and just not give a ****
hahahahaha I WIN

I know
It ends when I close my eyes
Once I sleep
I won’t get this back
Not for a long time
So I don’t want to ******* sleep!
I wanna dance :D
But I have responsibilities
Well **** them!
Lemme enjoy my ******* life
I don’t get to
EVER
So let me just like
Have this ONE
Just the one
Mmkay?
Alright